More on my unexciting life

Hi,

So I know I said that I would disappear for the length of the holidays but the internet's now fixed; so here I am.

I doubt you want to hear about the action-packed days I've been having (what with the omgsoexciting 10 hours of tv and all). So instead, I'll just share with you this accoustic version of the OutKast song Hey Ya which makes you realise that it is actually quite a sad song.



Oh, and here are the lyrics so that you can follow along and also just in case you don't believe me when I said it's a sad song (oh and the link opens up into a new window because I am so, so thoughtful. yeah, whatever).

Anyway, if you're free and you're in Singapore and you're hot and exciting then go out with me!!! Cause I'm damn free and damn bored. We can go awesome places and do awesome things.

Oh and I know Leanne's already blogged about it, but I shall blog about it in a much more superficial, paedophilic manner.

You know the Malay busker with the long hair that sings (badly) and plays guitar (badly) in the underpass leading to Wheelock? Yeah, everyone ought to go see his little daughter whom he now brings along. She is so0o0o cute. Every time you give money (and now you're compelled to because you're overcome by cuteness) she insists on shaking your hand. And today, when I was giving money (you know, because no one is safe from the power of cuteness) she said my tshirt was nice! Actually, it isn't even my t-shirt, it's Gillian's. But I'll take whatever I can get!

I don't think I should be a kindergarten teacher because I'd just put all the ugly kids in the corner and turn their desks towards the wall and put all the cute kids in the front and be damn nice to them. Maybe I should set up a kindergarten for cute kids. Then I won't have that problem.

If this blog was actually popular, I can see how my idea of child care might be construed as highly disturbing mildly perturbing by some of the less enlightened (of course, calling them that hardly diffuses the situation, but then again there won't be a situation seeing as how my blog isn't popular to begin with).

I would stop babbling if not for the fact that the internet is on the brink again and I've chosen verbal epilepsy over simply waiting for it to reconnect.